Qing Jun, who had been suppressed all along, had a flash of crimson in her eyes, a sly look passing over her small face.
She suddenly bit her fingertip, and a drop of bright red blood instantly merged into the Cyan Wave Sword Light!
"Celestial Light Seal!"
On the sword’s body, a complex and mysterious silver mark suddenly lit up!
"Xu Family True Seal?!" Aunt Lan exclaimed in shock.
The Xu Family True Seal was the core inheritance of the Xu family, with a total of thirty-six seals.
Each seal had a different miraculous effect.
The Celestial Light Seal was a True Seal used to enhance the power of magic.
It was said that each time the Xu Family True Seal was passed down, its passing became less frequent, and usually only core members of the Xu family had the chance to learn a few seals.
This inheritance was not inferior to the top-tier inheritances of the Lingyin Sect!
And Xu Henshan actually taught the Celestial Light Seal to Xu Qingjun?!
With the augmentation of the True Seal, Xiaohan’s brilliance surged, and the Sword Qi condensed several times instantly!
"Clang!"
The Radiant Light from Zhang Chuxi dimmed, and she let out a muffled grunt, suffering a backlash—no matter how powerful the magical treasure was, it ultimately depended on the cultivator’s strength.
Qing Jun’s face was cold, her small hands quickly forming seals.
"Array Destruction Seal!"
Another silver seal flew out, ruthlessly imprinting itself on Zhang Chuxi’s Protective Spiritual Light.
Zhang Chuxi only felt her spiritual light stagnate, and even her control over the magical treasure experienced a momentary halt.
"This... you’re despicable!" The little girl panicked, her eyes continuously glancing at Aunt Lan, beginning to hint.
"Childish..."
Qing Jun saw it all, and taking advantage of the pause, struck again mercilessly.
"Cloud-Breaking Seal!"
This seal, compared to the previous two, was extremely fierce, directly breaking through the Radiant Light’s defense, colliding with Zhang Chuxi’s protective spiritual light.
"Ah!"
Zhang Chuxi’s little face turned pale, a Jade Pendant flew out from her bosom, blocking the strike forcibly.
And she snapped out of her daze, gritting her teeth, "You bastard!"
"Another magical treasure?"
The little girl truly did not expect this.
Damn, this person is really wealthy!
Last time, she was lucky to act quickly.
No wonder she was always dissatisfied...
But Qing Jun’s steps did not stop for a moment, seeing Zhang Chuxi wield a star-drawing technique, she actually abandoned the Flying Sword Technique, holding Xiaohan, striking forward!
"Ugh!"
Blood seeped from Qing Jun’s lip corners, she forcefully resisted the star-drawing technique with Xiaohan, forcibly charging in front of Zhang Chuxi.
Luckily, her physique was strong, or else this strike would have rendered her combatless!
But the gain was certainly significant!
Desperate to defeat her opponent, Zhang Chuxi’s defenses were lax, having no time to activate the Jade Pendant, she was pierced through her hasty defense by Qing Jun’s sword!
"Ah!"
Zhang Chuxi was slashed in the arm by Qing Jun’s sword, blood flowing freely.
Those radiant star-like eyes instantly welled up with tears:
"How dare you hurt me... boohoo, I’m going to tell mother!!"
"Chuxi!"
Aunt Lan was extremely anxious, unable to care about rules anymore, her figure blurred as she rushed to strike Qing Jun.
"Taoist Friend Lan! Stop!" Chen Ye had been prepared, his low shout barely leaving his lips before several slippery, cold greenish-blue tendrils shot out from his sleeves!
In an instant, they wrapped around Aunt Lan’s limbs.
Aunt Lan only felt an unimaginable force course through her, the tendrils firm and unwavering, even carrying a suction force, making it impossible for her, a Fourth-Layer Foundation Establishment cultivator, to break free for a moment!
She was shocked and furious: "Chen Ye, you despicable person! Sneaking an attack!"
Chen Ye was equally astounded in his heart, for Aunt Lan’s cultivation was indeed profound, the tendrils barely managing to hold her briefly.
But outwardly, he remained calm, coldly stating:
"It was Taoist Friend Lan who set the rules, are you going back on your word? Qing Jun did not intend to kill, and Nephew Zhang has not admitted defeat!"
In that split second of exchange, the duel had reached its conclusion!
Qing Jun stayed persistent as a shadow, taking advantage of Zhang Chuxi’s severe injury and distraction, grasping Zhang Chuxi’s wrist acupoint tightly with one hand, while her other hand swiftly tapped a few crucial points on her waist, sealing most of her spiritual power instantly!
Then she kicked Zhang Chuxi to the ground, pinning her with her knee on her back, subduing her completely.
"Ah!"
Zhang Chuxi exclaimed in surprise, her whole body weak and powerless, her pretty white dress pressed harshly against the dirty ground, yet she couldn’t resist.
"I’m going to teach you a lesson! You naughty girl!"
Qing Jun puffed out her cheeks, patting Zhang Chuxi’s head.
Zhang Chuxi’s little face flushed with color, aware of something, she weakly said: "What... what are you going to do?"
The little girl smirked, looking back proudly, lifting her chin towards her master.
Then,
she aggressively lifted Zhang Chuxi’s white dress upwards, bunching it at her waist.
Exposing a small part of her waist, fairer than snow.
But Qing Jun’s intention didn’t stop there.
She eyed that moon-white silk pants covering her upturned rump.
"You... Xu Qingjun! How dare you?!"
Zhang Chuxi, both shocked and ashamed, struggled with all her might, but with her spiritual power sealed, her body was weak, floundering like a fish on a chopping board, uselessly wriggling her slender waist.
"Hmph! Naughty children should be punished!"
The cold little Qing Jun declared.
"Slap!"
The crisp sound was especially piercing in the silent martial arts practice hall.
"Ah—!"
Zhang Chuxi let out a wailing scream, a fiery pain shooting up from her rear, but what shattered her more was the unprecedented humiliation of this posture!
Especially when the corner of her eye caught sight of the man at the edge of the field watching this scene, she felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her head, burning with shame and anger!
She’s... been seen by a man!
"Do you admit it! Was it you who wanted to steal my precious Spiritual Medicine?"
Qing Jun questioned, her little hand poised to strike again.
"Ugh... in your dreams!"
Zhang Chuxi bit her lower lip tightly, tears welling up but stubbornly refusing to concede, let alone admit.
"Slap!"
Another merciless slap landed on those moon-white silk pants, leaving a clear palm print.
The tender flesh slightly indented and then bounced back, the delicate skin visible through the thin silk pants quickly blushing.